Wehe, Lüftchen, lind und lieblich

Um die Wange der Geliebten,

Spiele zart in ihrer Locke,

Eile nicht hinwegzufliehn!

Tut sie dann vielleicht die Frage,

Wie es um mich Armen stehe;

Sprich: Unendlich war sein Wehe,

Höchst bedenklich seine Lage;

Aber jetzo kann er hoffen

Wieder herrlich aufzuleben,

Denn du, Holde,

Denkst an ihn.

Blow, little breeze, gently and lovingly

around the cheek of my beloved.

play tenderly in her locks,

hurry not to fly away!

If she then, perhaps, should question

how it is with poor me,

say: “without end has been his pain,

most alarming his state;

but now he can hope

again magnificently to revive

for you, dear one,

think on him.”